As dawn unfolds on Bolinao's shore,
Sunrise paints a sonnet, evermore.
Golden fingers caress the sleepy tide,
A verse composed in hues, far and wide.
The ocean whispers in the morning light,
A sonnet played on waves, serene and bright.
Silhouettes dance on the sandy floor,
Bolinao Beach, a sonnet to adore.
With every ripple, a stanza takes flight,
In sunrise hues, a poem of pure delight.
The sky ablaze with orange, pink, and gold,
A Bolinao sonnet, a tale to be told.
